Putting some creativity into an assignment:

All week, I had a growing excitement for Saturday night. I was growing anxious to sit in that odd-shaped room waiting to be inspired. When I should have been doing homework, I caught myself going on youtube.com and searching, "slam poetry," and, "buddy wakefield." The first I watched was "The Information Man." I instantly loved it, and through my tears Saturday night, I smiled while he performed it.

Inspiration wasn't experienced, it was a reminder. A reminder to let go and live. That being yourself is not bad. That people make mistakes and they may, or may not, be forgiven. Regardless, it can't hold a person back. Don't look back; don't wait; let it, whatever the 'it' may be, catch up.

Salvation wasn't experienced, it was an option. An option to believe in a higher power, but to not let it take control, or to alter a personality. A person should hold the steering wheel to their own life, not an unknown god.

Preaching wasn't part of the experience, learning was. The audience was taught how to breathe. Don't take a breath for granted, or just inhale and exhale. Inhale allowing it to fill your chest and seep into your heart, flooding its core. Exhale allowing all the pain, stress, and worry that the inhale embraced, to be released. Let an inhale grab hold, and the exhale be the escape.